Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Without my mother’s help, I would not be kneeling here ready to become Queen. “As I place this crown onto you, Isabella Nightlock, I crown thee Alpha Queen to the werewolf nation of Canada.” My father finalizes the coronation, the weight of the crown being placed on top of my head. It is heavier than I expected since the crown is made of white gold and moonstones. I had seen the concept art before and listened to how the designer explained the intricate design of the moon in its many phases. I fell in love with the design at first glance, the last of five being shown to me two years before my coronation, as the crown would have to be constructed for today. To now wear something meant for me

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Beneath the headline was a crystal-clear, high-definition photograph from the dance floor. The article below was from a prominent British newspaper. It explicitly named ‘Prince Alaric’ and ‘Evelyn Rowe,’ painting the entire scene as a dirty, underworld royal scandal. “Who leaked this?” I roared, slamming my fist onto the desk so hard the tablet rattled. “My security is ironclad, Marco! How the fuck did a British tabloid get a camera into my VIP section?” “We’re pulling the logs right now, Don,” Marco said quickly, his jaw tight. “But the damage is done. The press is already converging on the city. They’re calling it a public threesome. If the commission sees you tangled up with foreign royal

"Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed." "You hypocritical bitch! You claimed to love me, but you were probably seducing Sebastian behind my back the whole time, weren't you?" "That slap I gave you was too light. A treacherous slut like you deserves to be consigned to the silt at the bottom of the Hudson!" The vile curses poured out of him like sewage, every word designed to strip me of my worth. Seeing this, Bella seemed to find a new surge of delusional confidence. She scrambled up from the floor and hid behind Lorenzo’s pinned form.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

For royal matings, the mark is usually given in public, but today, when the officiant carries out the ceremony and asks Cedric to give me the mark, the king refuses. I stare at his chest, a hollow feeling in my own. Why am I not surprised? “Princess Vivian.” The officiant, an older man, glances at me, his gaze filled with contempt. “You are now queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom. Please lower your head so that I may place the crown upon it.”